"Love." Crawley gave a little scoff. Love was something for angels, certainly not for demons. Crawley felt things like like for things, or affection. He even had a sort of affection for the strange angel he was sharing a table with right now. He'd never seen an angel act the way he did, or make the decisions he would and still be so damn good about it all. Even now, eating the cake and enjoying the wine, which could have been an act of gluttony, was done with a sort of reverence that was actually enjoyable to watch, rather than sinful.

He reached in and broke off a small piece of cake. Crawley couldn't remember the last time he'd eaten anything, but the angel made the act look fun. He touched it with the tip of his tongue.

"What is it?"